"I can handle it. Maybe if you were home more often you'd know what it was."
Your mom frowns in that way that tells you she wants to be angry, but mostly she's just sad.
"I wish I could be," she says. "Just. Don't get into trouble, okay?"
Shortly after your mom walks away, Anuja enters, then Kirill, Addy, and Diego.
"Take out the photos," you tell Anuja, and she lays them out on the table.
You look through them until you find the one you were thinking about.